"Are you all right, Harry?" Bunce asked Harry from his bedside.
"I'm all right, thank you, Bunce," said Harry.
"It's nothing. Cheer up. Losing the game was actually nothing. He just had to win it back.”Bance said.
"Bunce's right, you shouldn't feel guilty, it wasn't your fault the dementors came to the pitch suddenly.”said Hermione.
"But Gryffindor lost to Slytherin because of me. Malfoy's going to be laughing at me again, and my Nimbus Two Thousand, and why do damned dementors affect me so much?”said Harry guiltily.
"Cheer up, mate, you didn't want the Nimbus Two Thousand to crash into that Whomping Willow.”said Ron.
"Alright then." said Harry sadly.
"How about this, Harry? I'll allow you to ask me any questions as compensation. How about it?”Bangs consoled him." Only one.”
"Really?" said Harry in a better mood.
"It's absolutely true." Bance said.
"Then I'll ask." said Harry, leaning back on his pillow.
" You've already asked," Bangs said with a smile." Don't look so sad. I was just joking."”Bangs added.
"Why do dementors affect me so much?”Harry repeated.
"Because you have experienced pain that no one else has.”Bance said.
"Teach me the dementor repelling trick you did on the train.”said Harry.
"Sorry, Harry, you can't learn my way.”Bance said. "But you can go to Professor Lupin, he'll teach you.”
"Oh, thank you." said Harry.
"Time to go, Bunce. Harry, we'll see you later.”said Hermione, looking at her watch.
On Monday, Harry was discharged from the hospital and back to his busy schedule at the school headquarters, where Malfoy taunted him every time he saw him. The reason was simple: Gryffindor had been beaten by Slytherin, and Malfoy was almost beside himself with joy. Malfoy would pass through the main castle many times in Potions later, imitating the dementors; Ron finally lost his temper and hurled a large, slippery crocodile heart at Malfoy, which hit him in the face, so angry that Snape deducted fifty points from Gryffindor.
"If Snape comes to Defense Against the Dark Arts again, I'll be on sick leave.”said Ron, as they finished lunch and were on their way to Professor Lupin's class.
"Don't worry, I promise it'll be Lupin himself.”Bance said.
Hermione still looked around the classroom door uneasily.
"He's right."
Professor Lupin had indeed returned to class. He did look ill. His old robes were even looser, and there were shadows under his eyes; Still, he smiled at the class as they sat down, and they immediately began to complain bitterly about Snape's behavior when Lupin had been ill.
"That's not fair. He's just here to substitute for us. Why would he give us homework?”
"We don't know what a werewolf is-"
"-two rolls of parchment!"
"Didn't you tell Professor Snape we haven't got there yet?”asked Lupin, frowning slightly.
Everyone started talking again.
"Yes, but he said we were too backward-"
"-he won't listen-"
"-two rolls of parchment!"
Everyone looked indignant, but Professor Lupin merely smiled.
"Don't worry. I'll tell Professor Snape. You don't have to write that paper."
"Oh, no," said Hermione, looking disappointed."I've finished.”
This lesson was very enjoyable. Professor Lupin had brought a glass tank with a hinkypunk, a one-legged thing that looked like it was made of wisps of smoke, fragile, and didn't look like it intended to hurt anyone.
" Lure travelers into the swamp." said Professor Lupin, as the students took notes. "Did you notice the lamp hanging from its front foot? Jumping in front-people follow the light-and-"
Hinkypunk's head was against the glass, making a terrible creaking sound.
The bell rang, and everyone packed their things and walked to the door.
"Please wait, Harry," said Lupin, standing on the podium."I have something to tell you.”
"What do you think Professor Lupin wants with Harry?”asked Ron, as they strolled along the corridor.
"Just comforting Harry, whose father and Lupin were very good friends, after all.”Bance said.
"That's true." Ron agreed.
Two weeks before the end of the term, the sky suddenly cleared, revealing an opaline-colored sun, and the muddy grounds were covered with a layer of shiny frost one morning. Inside the castle, there was a Christmas atmosphere everywhere. Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, was already decorating his classroom with glimmering lights, which were actually little fairies flapping their wings. The students were all happily discussing their holiday plans. Ron said he couldn't stand spending two weeks with Percy, and Hermione insisted she was going to the school library, but Bunce and Harry knew; They did this to keep Bunce and Harry from being too lonely.
The last week of his term, he could go to Hogsmeade again: Everyone except Harry was delighted. (Bons was expressionless)
"We can buy anything we want for Christmas there!”said Hermione."Mum and Dad really like those Fluffy Teeth Mint from Honeydukes!”
On the Saturday morning of the Hogsmeade trip, Bunce said goodbye to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who were all dressed in cloaks and scarves, and then took the marble staircase back to Gryffindor Tower. Snowflakes were falling outside the window, and the castle was quiet.
"Hey, hello, Fred. Oh, and George.”Bangs looked at the one-eyed statue and said.
"As expected, we can't hide it from you. If we had known earlier, we wouldn't have hidden here.”muttered Fred.
Fred and George emerged from behind a statue of a hunchbacked, one-eyed witch.
"What are you guys doing?" Harry asked curiously."Why didn't you go to Hogsmeade?”
"We'll give you a little festive spirit before we go," said Fred mysteriously."Come here."
He nodded to an empty classroom to the left of the one-eyed statue, and Bunce and the others followed him inside. George closed the door gently and turned around with a smile on his face.
"Giving you an early Christmas present, Harry.”he said.
"What about mine?" asked Bangs.
"We forgot about this. We'll definitely make it up next time.”George said guiltily.
At this point Fred drew something out of his cloak with a wave of his hand and set it on an empty table. It was a large, squarish, old piece of parchment. There was nothing written on it.
"What is this?" asked Harry.
"Well, Harry, it's the secret of our success.”George patted the parchment affectionately.
"We're a bit reluctant to give it to you," said Fred,"but last night we thought you needed it more than we did.”
"No matter what, we've already memorized its contents.”said George." We'll give it to you. We don't need it anymore."
"Why would I want such a small piece of worn-out parchment?”asked Harry.
"A little tattered piece of parchment!" said Fred, grimacing with his eyes closed. "Explain, George."
"Well, when we were in first year, Harry-young, carefree, innocent-"
Bang Si snorted. He wondered very much if Fred and George had ever been naive.
"-well, more naive than we are now-we've had a bit of trouble with Filch.”
"We put a Dungbomb in the corridor, and for some reason, it frustrated him-"
"So he dragged us into his office and started using the usual-"
"-detention-"
"-pull our guts out-"
"-and we couldn't help noticing his filing cabinet drawers, one of which read: Contained supplies, highly dangerous."
"Don't tell me-" said Harry, smiling.
"If it were you, what would you do?”said Fred."George threw another Dungbomb to distract him. I quickly pulled open the drawer and grabbed it.”
"It's not as bad as it sounds, you know," said George."We don't think Filch ever figured out how to use this parchment. However, he probably guessed what it was, or he wouldn't have confiscated it.”
"Do you know how to use it?" asked Harry.
"Oh, yeah," said Fred, smirking."This little pretty thing taught us more than the whole school.”
"You guys are making fun of me, right?”said Harry suspiciously.
"You can ask Bangs if you don't believe me.”said George.
"It's true." Bunce drew out his wand and tapped the parchment lightly."I solemnly swear I'm up to no good.”
Thin, spiderweb-like lines of ink began to appear at once where the wand had just touched. These lines converged, intersected, and extended to every corner of the parchment. Then, words began to appear on the top of the parchment. They were curved green words.
Magical Prank Creator's Ancestors
Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, gentlemen
Proudly offering
Marauder's map
The map showed every detail of Hogwarts Castle and its grounds. But what was really noteworthy were the tiny ink dots that moved along the map, each of which was marked with a name in tiny letters.
"Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs," sighed George, patting the title of the map."We owe them a lot.”
"Noble people, work tirelessly to help the new generation of lawbreakers.”said Fred solemnly.
"Well, you're kind of returning the favor. Prongs is Harry's father.”Bance said.
"Really?" said Fred in surprise.
"Incredible, what else don't you know, Bunce?”George sighed.
"A lot." Bance said.
"Oh, yes," said George briskly,"don't forget to wipe it off when you're done-"
"-or else people will see.”Fred warned.
"Just tap it again and say: "Prank complete!" It became a blank piece of parchment again.”
"Now, young Harry," said Frey, mimicking Percy's strange accent,"remember to behave yourself.”
"I'll see you at Honeydukes," George blinked.
The two of them left with silly smiles.
"Did my father really do this?" asked Harry.
"Don't tell me you still don't believe me?”Bance said.
Bunce took the lead behind the statue of the one-eyed witch, drew his wand, and tapped the witch."Left and right."
The statue's hunchback opened at once, big enough for a slightly thinner person to enter, and Bangs said after he got inside,"Come on, Harry,"
Harry glanced quickly up and down the corridor, then hid the map inside his robes and crawled forward into the hole.
They slid for a long distance, which looked like a stone slide, and then they hit cold, wet ground. Bang Si stood up and looked around. It was pitch black. He raised his wand and muttered,"Glowing!”He found himself in a narrow and low passage. Harry transformed the map back into parchment with his wand and stuffed it inside his robes, then moved forward with his glowing wand.
This tunnel was winding, no different from a rabbit's tunnel. Bunce and Harry hurried along, taking extra care not to fall because of the uneven ground.
After walking for a long time, Harry couldn't help but ask,""How much longer?"
"Soon, soon." Bangs said impatiently.
Ten minutes later they were at the foot of a broken stone staircase that stretched out beyond their sight. They climbed carefully up the stairs and Harry, who was in front of them, suddenly bumped into something hard.
It looked like a trapdoor. Harry pushed open the trapdoor very slowly and peered out.
They were in a cellar, surrounded by wooden chairs and boxes. Bunce and Harry scrambled out of the trapdoor and shut it-it was so perfectly blended with the dusty floor that it was hard to tell there was such a door in the floor.
Just then, they heard a door open very close by, and someone was about to go downstairs.
"Another box of jelly slugs, dear, they're almost out of stock," said a woman's voice.
A pair of feet came downstairs. Bunce and Harry ducked behind an enormous crate, waiting for the footsteps to fade away. They could hear the man moving boxes on the opposite wall.
Bunce and Harry emerged quickly and quietly from their hiding place and climbed the stairs. Bunce reached the broken door at the top of the stairs, slipped out, and found himself behind Honeydukes 'counter-they bent over, crawled sideways, and straightened up.
Honeydukes was packed with Hogwarts students, so no one (let alone Bunce) gave Harry a second glance. Bunce and Harry slipped through them, looking around.
There were countless shelves filled with the most fascinating candies imaginable. large chunks of butternut candy, chunks of shimmering pink coconut sorbet, neatly arranged rows of hundreds of different chocolates, a vat of multi-flavored beans, a vat of Buzz Bees, the fruit-drink that Ron had mentioned floating in the air, and along another wall of sweets that had 'special effects: "Chuibao's Super Bubble Gum (it fills the entire room with blue bellflower bubbles that won't burst for days), bizarre shards of Fluffy Teeth Mint, and tiny Black Pepper Kid (" Spit fire out of your nose for your friend!”）、Ice Rat ("I hear your teeth chattering and squeaking!”）、buttermint shaped like a toad ("It really beats in the stomach!”）、Crunchy sugar quills and exploding bonbons.
Bunce and Harry pushed their way through a crowd of sixth years to see a sign ("Unusual Taste") hanging in the farthest corner of the shop. Ron and Hermione were standing under the sign, examining a plate of lollipops that reeked of blood. Bunce and Harry snuck up behind them.
"Well, no, Bunce won't take it, it's for vampires, I think.”said Hermione.
"How about this?" said Ron, shoving a can of squashed cockroaches under Hermione's nose.
"Definitely not." Bance said.
Ron almost dropped the jar.
"Bunce, don't scare us, okay?" shrieked Hermione."What are you doing here? Harry, how did you-how did you get here?”
"Wow!" said Ron exaggeratedly."You've learned to lurk!”
"Of course not." said Harry. Lowering his voice so that the sixth years could not hear him, he told them all about the Marauder's Map.
"How come Fred and George never gave it to me!”said Ron, fuming."I'm their brother!”
"But Harry won't keep it for long!”said Hermione, as though the idea were preposterous. "He'll give it to Professor McGonagall, won't he, Harry?”
"No, I won't hand it over!" said Harry.
"Are you crazy?" said Ron, glaring at Hermione."Handing over something this good?”
"If I hand it over, I have to say where I got it from! Filch would know it was Fred and George! Moreover, this is my father's thing. Why should I hand it over?”said Harry.
"But Black?" said Hermione through gritted teeth."He can use a passage on this map to get into the castle!”
"Don't think about it, Hermione," Bance said.
"But don't you care whether Harry lives or dies?”said Hermione.
"Are you the only one who cares about his life and death?”said Ron.
"Stop arguing. I know what I'm doing.”said Harry.
"Well, but-look, Harry still shouldn't have come to Hogsmeade, he hasn't turned in his signed application! Harry would be in big trouble if anyone found him here! And it's still bright-what if Sirius Black showed up today, now?”
"It won't be easy for him to find Harry here.”said Ron, nodding through the mullioned window at the swirling snow. "Come on, Hermione, it's Christmas, Harry ought to relax.”
Hermione bit her lip, looking worried.
"Are you going to report me?" said Harry, grinning.
"Oh-of course not-but honestly, Harry-"
"Just give it a rest, Hermione.”Bance said.
"See those Sizzling Bees, Harry?”said Ron, seizing Harry and leading him to the barrel. "And the jelly slugs? And that sour lollipop? Fred gave me one when I was seven-it burned a hole right through my tongue. I remember Mum whacking Fred with a broom.”Ron looked thoughtfully at the cardboard box containing the sour lollipops. "If I told Fred they were peanuts, do you think he'd take a bite out of a cockroach dumpling?”
Ron and Hermione paid for their sweets, and Bunce left the shop and walked out into the blizzard, carrying a large bag of chocolates of various flavors.
Hogsmeade looked like a Christmas card: The cottages and shops were covered with a crisp layer of snow, and wreaths of holly hung over the doors and enchanted candles hung in bunches from the trees.
"That's the post office-"
"Zonko's is just over there-"
"We can go to the Shrieking Shack-"
"I'll tell you what," said Ron, his teeth chattering with cold."Shall we go to the Sanshoo for butterbeer?”
So they crossed the road, and a few minutes later, they entered the small hotel.
It was crowded and noisy, warm and smoky, and a graceful, good-looking woman was tending to a noisy group of wizards at the bar.
"That's Lady Rosmerta," said Ron.”he added, blushing slightly.
"What I want is Firewhiskey. I don't like butterbeer.”Bance said.
Bunce, Harry, and Hermione went to the back of the room, where a small empty table stood between the window and the beautiful Christmas tree, near the fireplace. Ron returned five minutes later, carrying three large glasses of frothing hot butterbeer and a glass of flaming whiskey.
"You have to pay for it yourself." said Ron.
"Don't worry, this meal is on me.”Bance said.
"Alright then, merry Christmas!" said Ron happily, raising his mug.
"Harry, get down and give me the glass.”Bance said.
"Why?" said Harry.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew through their hair and the door of the Three Broomsticks opened again.
Professor McGonagall and Flitwick had just entered the tavern in a flurry of snow, followed by Hagrid, who was engaged in a lively conversation with a dignified man in a chartreuse bowler hat and a pinstriped cloak, Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic.
Ron and Hermione immediately put their hands on Harry's head and pushed him under the table. Bunce saw Harry, butterbeer dripping from the corner of his mouth, crouching out of sight, clutching his empty glass.
"Apparition!" whispered Hermione.
The Christmas tree next to their table had risen a few inches off the ground, moved sideways, and landed with a soft thud right in front of their table, hiding them. Bunce looked out through the thick branches of the Christmas tree and saw the legs of four chairs at the next table fall back, then heard the teachers and Fudge sit down, muttering and sighing.
Then Madam Rosmerta walked over.
"A small cup of canyon water-"
"Mine." Professor McGonagall's voice.
"Four pints of mead-"
"Thank you, Rosmerta," said Hagrid.
"A Sherry Juice Soda with Ice and Umbrella-"
"Oh!" said Professor Flitwick, smacking his lips.
"Then you have red currant rum, Minister.”
"Thank you, Rosmerta, dear," said Fudge's voice."I must say, it's good to see you again. Would you like a cup too? Come and sit with us."
"Alright then. Thank you, Minister."
"What brings you here, Minister?”It was Rossmerta's voice.
"What could it be but Sirius Black, dear? I bet you've been up to what happened at school on halloween?”
"I heard the rumors." admitted Madam Rosmerta.
"Did you tell the whole pub, Hagrid?”said Professor McGonagall angrily.
"Do you think Black is still around here, Minister?”whispered Madam Rosmerta.
"Definitely." said Fudge curtly.
"Do you know that the dementors have already searched my tavern twice?”said Madam Rosmerta, with a slight edge in her voice. "It's not good for business to scare away my customers, Minister.”
"Rosmerta, dear, I don't like them any more than you do.”said Fudge uneasily."A necessary precaution, but you're right I've just met a few. They were furious with Dumbledore-he wouldn't let them into the castle grounds.”
"I don't think we should let them in," said Professor McGonagall sharply."How are we supposed to teach with these horrible things floating around?”
"Listen, listen!" squeaked the little Professor Flitwick, his feet dangling a foot off the ground.
"Anyway," objected Fudge,"they're here to protect us from bad people and we all know Black can-"
"You know, I still find it hard to believe," said Madam Rosmerta thoughtfully."Of all the people who've fallen into the wrong hands, Sirius Black is the last one I'd expect to do it. I mean, I remember when he was a boy at Hogwarts, and if you'd told me then what he'd become, I'd have said you'd had too much to drink.”
"You don't know half the truth, Rosmerta.”said Fudge stiffly."Few people know the worst thing he's ever done.”
"The worst?" said Madam Rosmerta, her voice full of curiosity.”
"Of course," said fudge
"I can't believe it. What could be worse than that?"
"You said you remembered him at Hogwarts, Rosmerta," Professor McGonagall muttered."Do you remember who his best friend was?”
"Of course," said Madam Rosmerta, with a small laugh."They were inseparable, weren't they? The number of times I've seen them here-oh, they always make me laugh. What a pair, Sirius Black and James Potter!”
Bunce caught Harry's glass, almost making a noise.
"Exactly," said Professor McGonagall."Black and Potter. The leader of their small group. They're both very clever, of course-exceptionally clever, to be honest-but I don't think we've ever had a couple of troublemakers like them-"
"I don't know," said Hagrid, smirking,"if Fred and George Weasley can give them a good fight.”
"You'd think Black and Potter were brothers!”Professor Flitwick chimed in approvingly.”
"They're inseparable, of course," said Fudge."Potter trusts Black more than he trusts any of his other friends. They were still like this when they graduated. Black was best man at James and Lily's wedding. Then they called Black Harry's godfather. Of course Harry didn't know. You can imagine how torturous it was for him to know that.”
"Was it because Black got together with You-Know-Who?”whispered Rosmerta.
"It's worse than that, my dear," Fudge went on in a low voice."A lot of people don't know that the Potters know You-Know-Who's after them. Dumbledore, of course, had always been tirelessly against You-Know-Who, and he had many capable spies. One of the spies told Dumbledore, who told James and Lily at once. He advised them to hide. Dumbledore had told them that their best chance was the Fiendheart Charm.”
"What does that thing do?”asked Madam Rosmerta, breathless with interest. Professor Flitwick cleared his throat.
"One of the most complicated spells," he squeaked."It involves magically hiding a secret in the soul of a living person. The secret was hidden in the heart of the chosen person, or the Secret Keeper, and could be discovered from then on-unless, of course, the Secret Keeper intended to reveal it. As long as the Secret-Keeper refused to speak, You-Know-Who would never find the Potters even if he searched the village where they had lived for years, not even if he crushed his nose against the glass window outside their living room!”
"So Black is the Potters 'Secret-Keeper?”
"Of course," said Professor McGonagall."James Potter told Dumbledore that Black would rather die than tell him where they were, and that Black was going to hide himself. That's all. Dumbledore's still worried. I remember he offered to be the Potters 'Secret-Keeper himself.”
"Doesn't he trust Black?" gasped Madam Rosmerta.
"He's sure that one of the people who's been approaching the Potters has been telling You-Know-Who where they are," said Professor McGonagall darkly."Indeed, he suspected for a long time that someone on our side had turned traitor and has been telling You-Know-Who a lot of information.”
"But James insisted on Black, didn't he?”
"Yes," said Fudge heavily,"and yet, less than a week after the Fierce Charm-"
"Black betrayed them?" asked Rosmerta.
"He did betray them. Black was tired of being two-faced and was ready to publicly declare his support for You-Know-Who, as if he intended to do so at the moment of Potter's death. But, as we all know, You-Know-Who has lost his hand to little Harry. He had lost his magic power and was extremely weak. He could only escape. This put Black in a dilemma. Black had just revealed his true colors as a traitor when his master fell. He had no choice but to run for his life-"
"Filthy, smelly traitor!" said Hagrid, so loudly that the whole bar fell silent.
"Shh!" said Professor McGonagall.
"I met him before!" roared Hagrid."I'll be the last to see him before he kills a lot of people! I was the one who rescued Harry from James and Lily's house after all those people were killed! I had rescued him from the ruins, poor little thing, with a long gash on his forehead, and both his parents were dead when Sirius Black appeared, on his usual speeder. I never knew what he was doing there. I didn't know he was James and Lily's Secret-Keeper. I thought he'd heard about You-Know-Who's attack and was there to see what he could do. At that time, his face was pale and his entire body was trembling. Do you know what I did? I comforted that traitor who killed!”snarled Hagrid.
"Hagrid, don't!" said Professor McGonagall.”
"How do I know he's not grieving for Lily and James? He was concerned about You-Know-Who! And then he said,'Give Harry to me, Hagrid, I'm his godfather, I'll take care of him-' But Dumbledore had told me, so I said no to Black, and Dumbledore said Harry should go to his aunt and uncle. Black didn't agree, but he gave in in the end. He told me to take Harry there on his motorbike.‘I don't need this motorcycle anymore. This was what he said.
"I should have known there was something suspicious about it. Why did he give me his favorite motorcycle? Why didn't he need that motorcycle anymore? In fact, this was easy to understand. Dumbledore knew that he had been the Potters 'Secret-Keeper. Black knew that he was going to run for his life that night, that the Ministry would be after him in a few hours.
"But what if I give him Harry? I'll bet he'll throw Harry off his bike halfway into the sea. The son of his best friend! But when a wizard falls, he doesn't care about anything or anyone."
There was a long silence when Hagrid finished. Then Madam Rosmerta spoke with a measure of satisfaction. "But he didn't try to hide, did he? The Ministry caught him the next day!”
"Well, if only we'd caught him," said Fudge miserably."We didn't find him. It was Peter Pettigrew, Potter's other friend. He must have been mad with grief, he knew Black had been the Potters 'Secret-Keeper, so he went after Black himself.”
"Peter Pettigrew, the fat little boy who's been following them around Hogwarts?”Ross Mota asked.
"Worshipping Potter and Black as heroes," said Professor McGonagall."Never quite clever. I was often very fierce to him. You can imagine how-how regretful I am now."Her voice was hoarse, as if she had suddenly caught a cold.
"Well, Minerva," said Fudge kindly,"Pettigrew died a hero. Witnesses-Muggles, whose memories we erased afterward, of course-told us how Pettigrew had cornered Black. They said he was sobbing. Lily and James, Sirius! How could you! Then he picked up his wand. Of course, Black was faster than him. Pettigrew was blown to pieces.”
Professor McGonagall rubbed her nose and said excitedly,"Stupid boy, stupid boy, he always does terrible duels. Should have let the Ministry do it."
"I'm telling you, if I catch Black before Pettigrew does, I'm not going to use a wand-I'm going to break-break his limbs one by one.”snarled Hagrid.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Hagrid.”said Fudge sharply."Only trained strikers from the Magical Law Enforcement Team might be able to beat Black when he's desperate. I was Deputy Minister of Magical Disasters at the time, and I was one of the first to arrive on the scene after Black had killed so many people. I-I'll never forget that. Sometimes I even dream about it. There was a huge pit in the middle of the street, so deep that it broke the sewer pipe below. Corpses were everywhere. the Muggles screamed. And Black was standing there laughing, Pettigrew's remains in front of him, a pile of bloodstained robes and a few-a few pieces-"
said Fudge suddenly.
"Well, you know the story, Rosmerta," said Fudge hoarsely."Black was taken away by twenty patrols of the Magical Law Enforcement Unit, and Pettigrew was awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class. I suppose it's some consolation to his poor mother. Black had been imprisoned in Azkaban ever since.”
Madam Rosmerta sighed.
"He's mad, is that true, Minister?”
"I hope he's mad," said Fudge slowly."I believe the failure of his master has driven him insane for a while. Killing Pettigrew and all those Muggles was the work of a desperate and desperate man-cruelty without purpose. But I met Black on my last visit to Azkaban. You know, most of the prisoners in there are sitting there, toot to themselves in the dark, they've lost all consciousness but, to my surprise, Black seems perfectly normal. What he said to me was very organized. I feel troubled and uneasy. You'd think he was just bored-asked me if I'd finished reading the paper, cool as a cucumber, said he wanted to do the crossword puzzle. I'm shocked that the dementors didn't have any effect on him-besides, he's a wanted criminal there, and he's under a lot of supervision, you know. The jailer was at his door, day and night.”
"But what do you think he's doing after escaping?”said Madam Rosmerta."Good heavens, Minister, he's not going to You-Know-Who again, is he?”
"I daresay it was his-er-ultimate plan," said Fudge vaguely."But we've been hoping to catch Black long before that. I must say, if You-Know-Who was alone and without help, it would be a situation. But I shudder to think that he would soon rise again if his most loyal servant was returned to him."
The sound of glass and wood colliding was very soft. Someone placed the cup on the table.
"You know, Cornelius, if you're having dinner with the headmaster, we might as well go back to the castle now.”said Professor McGonagall.
The door of the Three Broomsticks opened again, a shower of snow came in, and the teachers left.
Don't let hatred blind your eyes." Bangs said, baffled.
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